Post by Andrew Jacobsen on Mar 26, 2011 22:55:21 GMT -6
“I'm sorry...did I hear you right, Adam? You tell me to be myself, be honest, focus...and then you tell me to throw away my friends and family? You warn me away from being some sociopathic loser like Falcon and then you tell me to cut myself off from everyone I know and love? You try to give me all this sagely advice, act like you know me...and then order me to violate one of the principles that makes me who I am? To paraphrase Frank Miller...
Are you dense? Are you retarded or something? Who the hell do you think I am? I'm Andrew ***damn Jacobsen.”
“I would NEVER abandon them. If I think someone's important, I will fight tooth and nail for them. I will take any amount of pain it requires, but I won't back down. Yeah, I can slip up. Yeah, I can be an idiot. But I will NEVER abandon them. Do you think I could seriously tell you to throw away Kelly? Ryleigh? Zelda? Gib? What's that, Adam? You wouldn't do that in a million years?
I didn't think so.”
“Adam, you never ask a man to give up the people he cares about. You know that better than anyone. Steve tried to take Kelly from you, and you fought like a man possessed to stop him. You got the job done. He tried to take away my mother. I didn't get it done. But I can admit that I screwed up. What the hell was I thinking there? A freaking scenic tour of Detroit? I'm a wrestler, not a tour guide. But not this week, Adam. I've got one thing on my mind and one thing only:
Kicking your ass from here to Dallas.”
“Kid gloves are off now. I'm not going to hold back. You could be Adam Knite or Joe Everyman or Mr. Happy or Lance Ryan for all I care. You've provoked me. Now, I'm going to show you WHY people started talking about me like they do. I'll show you why I know I'm the future of this company, both in skill and in soul. No distractions. No frills. No companions, no backdrop, none of that. Just me, calmly outlining how I am going to RUIN YOU for doubting me. Adam, you may be the King of nCw...”
“But that doesn't scare me one bit. None of your nine World Titles, fourteen Tag Titles, or any of that crap is going to make me flinch. I'm standing up for once. I'm not choking. Not here, not now, not ever again. I refuse to go through the rest of my career being called a has-been. Do you know how much it pisses me off to be not eighteen months into my career and hear Rob Diamond call me washed-up? What the hell sort of scale is he using? Adam, when I've got you tapping out in the middle of that ring, I want you to answer me one simple question...
Do you think I'm washed up?”
“Hate is a highly subjective word, Adam. I hate Steve Awesome. I hate Rob Diamond. They are the most smug, intolerable bastards I have ever seen. And yet, the people love Rob. Why? I don't care. You...you crave that love, even as the people shower you with their hate. A King with no servants is nothing, after all. You really want me to take your crown? You want me to dethrone you and try to take my place as King of nCw? You want me to be like you, not stopping at a ***damn thing to put you down and send you packing like a scalded dog? Well...if you ask like that, how can I say no?”
“Adam, I keep referencing wanting to make you tap out. Why is that, you ask? Well, apart from me giving up thirty pounds to you, I want to send a message. I want you and everyone else to remember what I am: the best technician in the world. I'm going to leave you pounding the mat whether I catch you in the Sharpshooter, the Lock and Dam, the Restless Knite, the Red Ring of Death...you doubt me, I make you pay. Steve got off lucky. You're not so fortunate.”
“I'm not going to give up any more opportunities I see. I'm not going to cower when I see something that could be good. This is my opportunity, and I'm f***ing taking it. Give me all you've got, and I'll throw back everything I can. For insulting my friends...for disrespecting my family...for comparing me to Joe Everyman...and as a receipt for two weeks ago...I am going to DESTROY YOU. See you in the ring, Adam. You'd better PRAY you survive.”
I WILL NOT FALL!
I WILL NOT FADE!
I WILL TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY!
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We open on the sound of weights being lifted and the man lifting them grunting as he does so. The camera shows Emma Danielson, bleary-eyed and wearing pajama bottoms and a “Trent Helms Anal Probed My Girlfriend” T-shirt, walking downstairs into the basement of Andrew Jacobsen's home. The camera pans to show AJ bench pressing an incredible amount of weight, especially for a man with his more compact build. Emma blinks at this sight, grumbling.
“Stop it, dammit! I'm trying to sleep upstairs!”
He shakes his head, continuing to lift.
“Can't stop. Gotta train. Gotta beat Adam. Go back to sleep. Close the door if the sound bothers you.”
Emma shakes her head, leaning against the wall and watching him lift, surprised by his almost single-minded devotion to the exercise.
“How much longer do you plan on doing this? Obsessively bench pressing isn't going to make you beat Adam, it'll just give you a bit more muscle mass. Could be helpful, but being sore the night of your match definitely won't be.”
Andrew shakes his head again, pausing and racking the weight. He stands up, staring her down as he addresses her. Emma notices that his knuckles have some dried blood on them, and the punching bag is a lot more battered than the last time she was down there.
“Emma, I need to wih this. Not 'I want to win this', or 'I'd like to win this', I NEED to win this. That means no distractions, no sidekicks, and no bull. I can't waste time explaining myself...go back to sleep.”
She tries to respond.
“Andy, I'm not taking no for an answ—”
He roars at her, nostrils flaring.
“NEITHER AM I! NOW GET! THE F***! OUT!”
Emma pauses, looking at Andrew as he stands there, breathing heavily. She shakes her head in quiet resignation and turns around, walking back up the stairs. Jacobsen's expression momentarily cracks, showing a bit of remorse for having acted like that with her, but he shakes his head, focusing back into a stoic mask.
“Feelings come and go. I can apologize to her later...no, I don't have to. Why would I? This match is only once...I have to win...back to work.”
He walks back over to the weight bench, grabbing some dumbbells, and resumes lifting, as the camera pans to show Emma crouching at the door, biting back tears.. Fade to black.
Are you dense? Are you retarded or something? Who the hell do you think I am? I'm Andrew ***damn Jacobsen.”
Now the dark begins to rise
Save your breath, it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind
Now's your chance to run for cover
Save your breath, it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind
Now's your chance to run for cover
“I would NEVER abandon them. If I think someone's important, I will fight tooth and nail for them. I will take any amount of pain it requires, but I won't back down. Yeah, I can slip up. Yeah, I can be an idiot. But I will NEVER abandon them. Do you think I could seriously tell you to throw away Kelly? Ryleigh? Zelda? Gib? What's that, Adam? You wouldn't do that in a million years?
I didn't think so.”
I don't want to change the world
I just want to leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere
I just want to leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere
“Adam, you never ask a man to give up the people he cares about. You know that better than anyone. Steve tried to take Kelly from you, and you fought like a man possessed to stop him. You got the job done. He tried to take away my mother. I didn't get it done. But I can admit that I screwed up. What the hell was I thinking there? A freaking scenic tour of Detroit? I'm a wrestler, not a tour guide. But not this week, Adam. I've got one thing on my mind and one thing only:
Kicking your ass from here to Dallas.”
All is lost again...
...but I'm not giving in...
...but I'm not giving in...
“Kid gloves are off now. I'm not going to hold back. You could be Adam Knite or Joe Everyman or Mr. Happy or Lance Ryan for all I care. You've provoked me. Now, I'm going to show you WHY people started talking about me like they do. I'll show you why I know I'm the future of this company, both in skill and in soul. No distractions. No frills. No companions, no backdrop, none of that. Just me, calmly outlining how I am going to RUIN YOU for doubting me. Adam, you may be the King of nCw...”
I WILL NOT BOW!
I WILL NOT BREAK!
I WILL HIDE THE WORLD AWAY!
I WILL NOT BREAK!
I WILL HIDE THE WORLD AWAY!
“But that doesn't scare me one bit. None of your nine World Titles, fourteen Tag Titles, or any of that crap is going to make me flinch. I'm standing up for once. I'm not choking. Not here, not now, not ever again. I refuse to go through the rest of my career being called a has-been. Do you know how much it pisses me off to be not eighteen months into my career and hear Rob Diamond call me washed-up? What the hell sort of scale is he using? Adam, when I've got you tapping out in the middle of that ring, I want you to answer me one simple question...
Do you think I'm washed up?”
I WILL NOT FALL!
I WILL NOT FADE!
I WILL TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY!
I WILL NOT FADE!
I WILL TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY!
“Hate is a highly subjective word, Adam. I hate Steve Awesome. I hate Rob Diamond. They are the most smug, intolerable bastards I have ever seen. And yet, the people love Rob. Why? I don't care. You...you crave that love, even as the people shower you with their hate. A King with no servants is nothing, after all. You really want me to take your crown? You want me to dethrone you and try to take my place as King of nCw? You want me to be like you, not stopping at a ***damn thing to put you down and send you packing like a scalded dog? Well...if you ask like that, how can I say no?”
Watch the end through dying eyes
Now the dark is taking over
Show me where forever dies
Take the fall and run to heaven
Now the dark is taking over
Show me where forever dies
Take the fall and run to heaven
“Adam, I keep referencing wanting to make you tap out. Why is that, you ask? Well, apart from me giving up thirty pounds to you, I want to send a message. I want you and everyone else to remember what I am: the best technician in the world. I'm going to leave you pounding the mat whether I catch you in the Sharpshooter, the Lock and Dam, the Restless Knite, the Red Ring of Death...you doubt me, I make you pay. Steve got off lucky. You're not so fortunate.”
All is lost again, but I'm not giving in...
I WILL NOT BOW!
I WILL NOT BREAK!
I WILL SHOVE THE WORLD AWAY!
I WILL NOT BOW!
I WILL NOT BREAK!
I WILL SHOVE THE WORLD AWAY!
“I'm not going to give up any more opportunities I see. I'm not going to cower when I see something that could be good. This is my opportunity, and I'm f***ing taking it. Give me all you've got, and I'll throw back everything I can. For insulting my friends...for disrespecting my family...for comparing me to Joe Everyman...and as a receipt for two weeks ago...I am going to DESTROY YOU. See you in the ring, Adam. You'd better PRAY you survive.”
I WILL NOT FALL!
I WILL NOT FADE!
I WILL TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY!
_________________________________________
We open on the sound of weights being lifted and the man lifting them grunting as he does so. The camera shows Emma Danielson, bleary-eyed and wearing pajama bottoms and a “Trent Helms Anal Probed My Girlfriend” T-shirt, walking downstairs into the basement of Andrew Jacobsen's home. The camera pans to show AJ bench pressing an incredible amount of weight, especially for a man with his more compact build. Emma blinks at this sight, grumbling.
“Stop it, dammit! I'm trying to sleep upstairs!”
He shakes his head, continuing to lift.
“Can't stop. Gotta train. Gotta beat Adam. Go back to sleep. Close the door if the sound bothers you.”
Emma shakes her head, leaning against the wall and watching him lift, surprised by his almost single-minded devotion to the exercise.
“How much longer do you plan on doing this? Obsessively bench pressing isn't going to make you beat Adam, it'll just give you a bit more muscle mass. Could be helpful, but being sore the night of your match definitely won't be.”
Andrew shakes his head again, pausing and racking the weight. He stands up, staring her down as he addresses her. Emma notices that his knuckles have some dried blood on them, and the punching bag is a lot more battered than the last time she was down there.
“Emma, I need to wih this. Not 'I want to win this', or 'I'd like to win this', I NEED to win this. That means no distractions, no sidekicks, and no bull. I can't waste time explaining myself...go back to sleep.”
She tries to respond.
“Andy, I'm not taking no for an answ—”
He roars at her, nostrils flaring.
“NEITHER AM I! NOW GET! THE F***! OUT!”
Emma pauses, looking at Andrew as he stands there, breathing heavily. She shakes her head in quiet resignation and turns around, walking back up the stairs. Jacobsen's expression momentarily cracks, showing a bit of remorse for having acted like that with her, but he shakes his head, focusing back into a stoic mask.
“Feelings come and go. I can apologize to her later...no, I don't have to. Why would I? This match is only once...I have to win...back to work.”
He walks back over to the weight bench, grabbing some dumbbells, and resumes lifting, as the camera pans to show Emma crouching at the door, biting back tears.. Fade to black.